Finally getting around to writing this! Definitely have been keeping busy with baby number three here, but thankfully starting to get into some sort of routine now. Well as routine-ish as you can get with a newborn ;)
SO, it all started the night before she was born (8 days before her due date). It was around 10ish, the kids were in bed and Drew and I were craving some homemade chocolate chip cookies, so I whipped some up and threw them in the oven. I remember sitting down while they were baking and feeling a braxton hick that was on the painful side. Didn’t really think too much of it though. About 20 minutues later, I had to use the bathroom and found that I had a “bloody show” (sorry for the TMI). Then I was like woah this is serious. At this point I was kind of sort of freaking out ’cause I didn’t have a hospital bag packed and I hadn’t washed her blankets and some of her clothes yet. (I know, I’m terribly last minute. Promise I was planning on doing it the next day!) I just couldn’t believe I was possibly going into labor 8 days before my due date when I had both of my kids past their due dates. I was then google searching like a maniac on how many people actually went into labor after they had a “bloody show”. A lot of them did, but I also read that you would most likely start labor within 24 hours. So then I thought, maybe I wouldn’t start until that next day, and that would buy me some time.
I went and told Drew what happened, and I was like “Oh my gosh, I think I need to do her laundry tonight”, so I went and threw in all that needed to be washed. It was past 11 now. I was starting to feel contractions, I thought maybe they were just some intense braxton hicks. But then I started timing them, and they were about every 10-15 minutues. I then texted my mom, who was planning on coming 4 days later, which was 4 days before my due date. Told her I was pretty sure I was going into labor. My mom booked a ticket moments later and hopped on a plane a few hours after that (she’s the bomb) She would get to our place around 11 that morning. I thought that was perfect and I would probably have our little girl sometime that day. So I went to bed that night thinking that contractions might slow down once I lay down and get some sleep. I was in and out of sleep for a few hours waking up from contractions, and finally at 3 am contractions were every 7-10 minutes. At that point I was like okay, I got to get up and moving, ’cause this baby is coming sooner than I think. Once I got up out of bed to put the laundry in the dryer my contractions seemed to get more intense and longer. I tried to lay down on the couch for a while to get them to slow down.
I think it was around 5am I woke up Drew and told him it was baby time. I still had to pack all of my stuff and get ready, and I was slowed down from the contractions I was getting every 5-7 minutues. Right before we woke up the kids I called a friend to see if she could watch them before we left for the hospital, but was unable to get a hold of her. For those of you who don’t know, we moved 17 hours away from family and friends over a year ago because of my husbands job, and right now, we dont know too many people well enough that we are comfortable with watching our kids. And again, I did not think I was going to go into labor before my parents got here. So we ended up having to take the kids with us to the hospital! It was around 7 am when we woke them up and got them dressed. At this point I was having contractions every 2-5 min and they were bringing me to my knees. There were a couple times Ella saw me having one and she would come and rub my back, it was the sweetest thing. My hubby was so amazing this whole time too, running around getting everything packed and put in the car while still comforting me as well.
We left to the hospital a half hour later with kids in tow and got to the E.R. entrance around 8 am. With contractions every 2 minutues we rushed in and they wheeled me up to Labor and Delivery, Drew and kids walking right behind us. I got into the room and was introduced to the nurses. Drew later told me that he heard them talking about how they first needed to check to see if I was in labor. When one of the nurses checked me, she was in disbelief that I was already dialated to a 7. She told me, “I just can’t believe how calm and polite you are” ha! Well I was glad I wasn’t being dramatic. The nurses then kicked it into high gear. I was wanting an epidural, especially with the kids in the room with us, so they rushed to get my blood to the anesthesiologist so they could start getting one ready for me.
There was a couch across the room where Drew had set up Curious George on the Ipad for the kids. And they were completely content with that and seriously were SO good the whole time. We just tried to explain to them the best we could what was going on. Ella was so excited that her baby sister was going to be here soon. Thankfully, I’m pretty good at being quiet during contractions and tried to smile at them as much as I could when they looked over at me. Drew did end up turning the couch around so it was facing the window with the Ipad on the window sill before I started pushing.
Anyway, like half an hour later the nurses ended up having to come back to get more blood for the epidural, because they didn’t get enough the first time. Another half hour passed and my contractions were starting to get unbearable. The nurse came in and checked me again and I was 9.5 cm dialated. I thought I was going to have her before I even got one. But thankfully the anesthesiologist came in shortly after that. He said it wouldn’t kick in all the way before I had her, but it would help take the edge off of the contractions I was feeling in my belly. (They had to be careful with the amount analgesia they gave me because I have naturally really low blood pressure and the epidural lowers it even more which can get dangerous if they give me too much at time.) And I was absolutely fine with that at that point. They had my husband and the kids step out while they gave me it and were able to come back in right afterward. A few minutes later I was able to feel some relief in my belly. 20 minutes later I called the nurse and told her I needed to push. The nurses came in with my doctor and when she checked me she told me she saw my baby girl’s head! My doctor then gave me the okay to start pushing and with one big push, clocking at 10:14 am, our sweet Esme Adaline was here.
As soon as I heard her cry and saw that little body my eyes welled with tears of joy. My doctor placed her on me right away so we could have some skin to skin. I was able to get her to latch on to nurse about 10 minutes later (she has been such a champ breast feeding!) My husband brought the kids to my bed side, Emmett wasn’t too sure what to think yet, he’s also very shy when there are a bunch of strangers around though. But Ella was ecstatic. My mom ended up getting to the hospital a little after 11 am, just an hour after I had her. She then took the kids back to our place and Drew and I were moved up to our room.
The nurses and my doctor were incredible. I think they were a little unsure about the kids being in the room with us at first, but they were so suprised with how well they did. And I appreciate so much that they were so understanding about it. I think it’s pretty awesome that our kids got to be there for their little sisters birth. Emmett may not remember it with only being 2 years old, but I know Ella will. And shout out to my husband for being so amazing, and helfpul, and calm the whole time. You made everything pan out so smoothly.
Can’t believe we’ll have a 3 week old in just a few days. It all goes too fast. Grateful, I’ll have the memories written down.
Keeping it real. This was just a few minutes after Esme was born and before I was able to freshen up & put on makeup. Just the face of an exhausted, beaming mama ;)
A family pic shortly after Esme’s debut ♥
Caught her giving daddy a smile!
So thankful for a beautiful, healthy girl ♥